Today I got to spend some time with my friend Jason as he helped me (read: I helped him) do some maintenance on my 1994 Ford F-150, “Shelley“.
I picked up an air filter and some new spark plugs and headed to his house this afternoon. We barely had time to pop open the hood before we ran into one of our famous New Orleans downpours. Just before that happened though I had time to open up the air filter casing, and found that to my surprise, there was no air filter.
What. The. Fuck.
So, after the downpour, we had a nice window of time, and we were able to change out all six spark plugs without incident. The spark plugs were pretty nasty, but I suppose it says a lot about big dumb older trucks that they run that long on dirty air.